"Just a hand up will be fine." He wasn't above getting help, but he could stand on his own two feet no matter how much it hurt. The soapy water was going to sting, but no worse than it had been already. Taking Homura's hand, he pulled himself up and winced involuntarily as his broken ribs reminded him why the wheeled chair was an asset not a burden. Holding onto Homura's hand for just a moment longer while he got his balance, he eventually let go and moved under the spray of water, holding his breath as it pounded down on him.

He pulled his head back out to breathe and caught what Homura said as he did so. Apparently, Homura saw his future self as someone entirely different. That wasn't going to do at all. Running a hand through his hair, he pushed the wet strands out of his face and looked at Homura over his shoulder. "Yes, you were very helpful then. I don't see a difference between you as you are now and the you that you'll become, Homura-san." The shampoo seemed to be out now and he stepped back, reaching out again for Homura's hand to steady himself. "It's merely that the other side of you gets to come out to play now. It's refreshing to see it, really." Okita smiled and laughed, able to focus a little better now that he wasn't covered in grime from last night. "I was thinking you needed a break from all that tension before you started getting worry lines in your forehead."